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figments of a particular imagination.


  
There are dreams of you  
that are almost as real to me  
as these words I'm writing    
I don't know if I've riled myself into such a state,  
that gives me certainty that you're out there,    
or if I'm just foolish enough to actually believe it.
 
You are dominant, of course.  
A Dom, a Daddy a Master?  
I don't know yet  
and  
I don't think I care    
at the terminology specifics  
I do know your presence is commanding  
That I can feel you on my skin  
before I can see you  
Your smell makes my mouth water  
and ties my stomach in knots  
You are tall,  
deep-chested  
with wide shoulders  
A man's man.    
A powerful essence beyond measure  
and...    
Your. Hands.    
Oh. My. Fucking. God.    
How I'm obsessed with your hands  
Big, beautiful, sexy as all fuck  
They engulf mine  
and surely have been created  
just for me and me alone    
Me and my  b a r e  ass.    
Your hands exist with mine and are my hands.    
My hands are your hands,    
when I want to suck on your fingers  
and put them between my legs  
I want to feel their heat  
as they punish me completely  
leaving hand printed crimson reminders    
Finally,  
it's your voice.  
A dream that torments me day and night  
The sound of your voice  
and how you choose your language spoken;  
I almost cum right this moment,    
with my stupid drenched panties  
soaked through    
I can feel wetness dripping  
into the abyss  
thinking about how you talk to me  
Your dirty fucking mouth  
is my temple to kneel at  
So fucking dirty one moment,  
stern the next  
and tender  
just when I need it the most  
Not only can you command me    
with merely the timbre of your voice,    
but your obvious intelligence  
and strategic approach to word choice-  
constantly surprise me  
It inflames me.  
It drives me fucking wild—  
I could listen to you for a lifetime    
   
Have I made you up?    
Are you just a figment  
of my well oiled imagination
?    
Probably.  
or    
Maybe you're out there,    
reading this?...
 
   
not knowing you're already mine    
   
   
   
   
   
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2022
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©Blu2020
a redux of sorts
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